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[It is detected that the tasker’s emotional fluctuations exceed the normal threshold, beep——warning, the world consciousness is awakening...]

Lan Qiaoyi was in a trance for a moment, the voice of 039 fluctuated from far to near, and he could understand what it said, but why didn't he understand it when they were combined together?

"I... seem to have had a very long dream—"

The bright and dripping rose wrapped around the young man's fair and slender neck, and the dark blue blood vessels were warm and flowing blood, and the system's anxious and frightened voice was heard in his head:

[Host!It is detected that the copy has a tendency to crash, the specific reason is not clear, we need to leave immediately! ]

The dark and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, and the delicate rose petals spread from the ends of the bright red eyes. For a moment, people couldn't tell whether it was the beauty of the wanton blooming rose or the youth with a faint blush on his cheeks. To catch people's attention.

"It's like this again..."

Lan Qiaoyi's voice was barely audible, if Chi Tang who was standing beside him was not paying attention to his brother all the time, he might have ignored this unreasonable words.

"...Brother? What are you talking about?"

The girl's exquisite face slightly bullied her, a pair of black eyes looked at him without blinking, and the person whom she called softly was stunned when she heard the words, and fell into those dark pupils in a daze.

Like a vast abyss, if you don't pay attention, you will suck those who look into it into endless darkness.

His white and slender fingers lightly touched the thin eyelids, and the warmth trembled under his fingertips. In the next second, he heard the girl's low voice:

"Why is brother in a daze?"

The voice with a little smile weakened the tense atmosphere around the two of them in an instant, and miraculously dispelled the heavy chill in Lan Qiaoyi's heart.

He suddenly grasped Chi Tang's hand with such strength that the handshake trembled.

"I... I don't want to leave—"

[Host--! ]

039's voice suddenly exploded in his mind, it was clearly still a somewhat stiff mechanical sound, but it made him hear a bit of fear.

Lan Qiaoyi clenched the hand of the person in front of him, muttering to himself:

"What are you... afraid of?"

He slowly closed his eyes, feeling the urge to cry for no reason.

If until now, he still doesn't understand the truth that has been hidden for a long time, that existence would look down on him too much.

Lan Qiaoyi knew that he was a little dull, even not very smart, but he had one advantage:

That is to have self-knowledge, no matter what the situation is, you can subconsciously find the most suitable way of survival for yourself.

So even though I am still a "little waste" recognized by the system, I have stumbled to the present.

"If... I mean if," he raised his eyes and looked at the four people who stopped fighting at some point, or looked at him covertly or openly, the small Adam's apple rolled gently, even though it looked so nervous, it was He still said clearly:

"Everything you know is created by others, it is a lie woven to trap you, what should you do?"

At the very beginning, Lan Qiaoyi just felt terrified and uneasy. He didn't know how long he could live in such dangerous worlds one after another, or in which hidden corner he would die in obscurity.

Until he met them, or rather him.

Those fresh faces, the world that once collapsed, and the increasingly familiar atmosphere all showed him a fact, a fact that he subconsciously ignored:

Perhaps, he is not alone in this endless journey.

After the joy that gushes out like a raging ocean wave hits, it is empty and bewildered at a loss.

Why in the end, I have been by my side all the time, but never show up.

Don't want to, or... can't?

Lan Qiaoyi felt his hands being clenched, and at the same time, a somewhat cold breath came from his neck:

"Rose……"

[Host...] 039's voice that wanted to cry came from his mind.

[This world has stopped functioning. ]

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, and found that the surroundings were completely silent, and the only sound left was his own breathing, and... the breathing from the back of his neck.

A somewhat perplexed but excited thought suddenly rose in his heart:

At this moment when the world stops, who is standing behind him?

"You finally sensed me."

Like a sigh-like aria, the young rose-like pink lips were gently held firmly, and the tall body behind him embraced her in his arms, and there was an unspeakable love between the two.

Before the shadow came over, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously closed his eyes.

He didn't know what he was afraid of. In the kiss full of doting, he only felt the enthusiasm that was about to come out in his heart.

...he was truly being loved.

"Jojo, Jojo... Jojo?"

The uninterrupted call sounded in his ears, and there was a cool touch on his cheeks, he was being touched - the boy's cheeks flushed red when he realized this.

The low laughter became indistinct, and finally disappeared at the base of the ear. The man kissed the small white earlobe, and breathed lightly on the neck. Lan Qiaoyi trembled unconsciously.

"I... I don't know—"

He was at a loss, the system in his mind disappeared after telling him "the world stopped", and no matter how he called, he never heard 039's voice again.

Like being abandoned on an isolated island, everything he knew was slowly drifting away from him.

The black eyelashes trembled uncomfortably, and the boy still dared not open his eyes.

"What are you afraid of?"

The voice in his ear reverberated in Lan Qiaoyi's heart again and again—what was he afraid of?

"...I'm afraid, I'm afraid that all of this is fake, it's another game in the dungeon—"

"I'm still afraid—" he heard his own trembling voice, "I'm afraid that you will disappear."

Lan Qiaoyi's hand was pulled up, then moved upwards, and finally touched a slightly soft place with a weak resistance.

"Since you are afraid that what you see is not true, then confirm it with your hands and feel it with your heart."

The white fingertips touched the end of the man's eyes, along the smooth cheeks, passing over the tall nose, until finally they touched a warm soft place.

"This is me, will you be disappointed?"

The softness under the fingertips vibrated lightly and slowly, making Lan Qiaoyi feel a little pitiful for no reason.

"I...I'm not—" The young man pursed his lips, even with his eyes closed, he showed an eager but helpless expression.

"Then why don't you look at me?"

A coaxing voice sounded in his ears, constantly tapping on Lan Qiaoyi's fragile heart defense.

In the breath-holding silence, the thick and slender eyelashes trembled a few times, the rosy lips were bitten, and the man finally saw those dark and moist eyes.

He lowered his head and met the boy's eyes.

——Lan Qiaoyi couldn't describe his feelings at that moment.

Like a person who should be intimate, you know his existence, but you clearly understand that the other party is far away, and "meeting" has become a luxury word.

But on a certain day, on a very ordinary day, he suddenly appeared in front of you.

You thought you were going to be surprised and imagined yourself being overwhelmed.

——But it wasn't until the moment you saw him clearly that you suddenly realized that your previous guesses were all wrong.

You didn't have the slightest surprise. If you insisted on expressing some unusual emotions, you might only be left with implicit joy...and faint grievances.

"Why did you come here..."

After the silence, accompanied by the corners of his eyes that were suddenly bright red, came the young man's trembling voice.

It wasn't a complaint, but it made the man even more distressed.

He stretched out his hands to hold Lan Qiaoyi's cheeks, pressed his forehead against it, and said with a sigh:

"I've always been by your side, even though I...lost my memory of you at that time."

As soon as the words fell, he felt the stiff body of the man in front of him for a moment. Even though his heart was pierced like a knife, the man continued to talk calmly.

"initial……"

——The encounter between him and the boy was not a happy one.

The man at that time was not "he", but "it" judged as a "failure" by the main world.

Dragging a body that doesn't know what it can be defined as, it stumbled to escape the pursuit of the encirclement and suppression system, successfully destroyed its own name in the "clearance plan", and then at the critical moment, it chose a space-time.

"The me at that time, in the words of human beings, maybe I've given up on myself..."

Lan Qiaoyi blinked his eyes, trying hard to shake off the rising mist.

"But who told me that I met you?" The voice with a bit of a smile reached his ears, as if bringing warmth, which made the young man feel a little dazed.

——"What is it? Dirty..."

"Hey! Don't lean forward, be careful that it bites you."

"..."

228 heard those "human beings" say things that they couldn't fully understand, but it knew the emotion of disgust and disgust.

——Because after judging that he was a so-called "failure", those people in white coats also looked at him with such eyes.

The street was gradually covered with a thin layer of white gauze, it was raining.

The originally comfortable and leisurely pace continued to accelerate, and the colorful colors spread in front of 228's eyes.

That's... "Umbrella".

It curled up at the corner of the street, a pair of amber eyes looked at the people who were in a hurry or eagerly, and looked away for a while, thinking indifferently:

It turns out that the people in these places are all the same.

Thinking of this, it felt a little "boring" in its heart, so it wanted to close its eyes and let itself be wet by the gradually larger raindrops.

The sound of "Da Da——" appeared in its world at this moment, gradually becoming clearer in its ears.

"Why are you left alone?" A soft, self-talking voice sounded.

It opened its eyes lazily, but happened to be hit by a drop of rainwater on its eyelids.

The human standing in front of him lowered his head, and his fair face gradually appeared under the blue umbrella.

The boy squatted down slowly, not caring that his shoes were stained by the rainwater stained with dust on the ground, but stretched out his hand, revealing the scope of the umbrella, and let the bean-sized rainwater hit the back of his hand .

"You were left behind too, right?"

The long, black eyelashes were slightly retracted, and it saw a look of disappointment across the face of the person in front of it. For some reason, it suddenly felt something hit its core.

...that's weird, what kind of "feeling" is this?

At that time, 228, who was judged by the researchers as "unable to produce emotions and destined to be inseparable from the category of machines", thought so.

In the evening when the rain was getting heavier and heavier, people on the street were hurrying, and no one noticed that a teenager was holding a black cat with wet fur in his arms.

……

[he seems to be easily softened]

"This is my home."

After being carefully wiped clean by the boy with a warm towel, and then wrapped in a clean and soft blanket, 228 tilted his head and came out of the bathroom after watching, his cheeks were slightly flushed due to the steaming heat. , a pair of black eyes are slightly bent, looking at himself with a smile.

"Maybe I will wrong you to stay with me for a while."

Then he saw the black cat on the bed with a "meow~", a pair of amber eyes slightly erected.

"Then I'll take it as your consent—"

Those black eyes lit up instantly, and the boy looked very happy.

The mattress next to it collapsed slightly, and in the next second, 228 realized that its view was blocked.

Then there was a gentle caressing feeling on the top of the head.

—the man reached out and touched its head.

"My name is Lan Qiaoyi, what's your name?"

The black cat whose forehead was lightly touched by himself just gave a low "meow ~", Lan Qiaoyi smiled, and then said softly:

"Since you will stay with me for a while, let me give you a name until I find your master."

In his heart, no one would abandon such a cute and well-behaved cat, the owner must have been careless.

And the black cat on the bed that stepped on the towel has completely relaxed, and even made a low purr in its throat, which made Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously laugh:

"Since I took you in, I'll call you...Xiao Rong."

……

——"That was my first name, and the only name I recognized."

There was a slight smile in the eyes of the man in front of him, he rubbed the boy's fair cheeks with his fingertips, and the corners of his lips were slightly curved:

"Jojo may have forgotten it, but it doesn't matter, I will tell you everything about it in the future."

Lan Qiaoyi lowered his eyes in a daze, and a vague scene suddenly flashed across his mind.

——"Xiao Rong! Don't steal milk!"

The boy in white home clothes frowned, and gently grabbed the back of the black cat's neck with his white fingers, and said with a bit of condemnation:

"This is milk, and you'll have diarrhea."

"Meow~" The black cat was put on the ground, shook its beard, and looked up at its little master.

Just when the young man was about to take a step, his legs and feet were suddenly pulled. He lowered his head, squatted down a little fondly and helplessly, and stretched out his hand to hug the coquettish black cat in his arms.

"Even if you act like a baby, there is no room for negotiation."

As soon as the words fell, he felt a wet touch on his cheek. The young man was taken aback for a moment, looked down, and laughed in the next second.

"There is really no other way to take Xiao Rong, it's okay...don't lick me."

So that day, the black cat 228, which was cold on the inside but soft on the outside, tasted the warm and sweet goat's milk.

The afternoon sun was shining brightly, and with the slight swing of the curtains in the living room, everything in the room looked so warm.

The black cat nestled in the boy's arms, narrowed his eyes lazily, and looked curiously at the white milk stain at the corner of the boy's mouth—it was the milk that he hadn't drunk just now.

I really want to... lick it.

At this time, the boy was feeling a little drowsy, and had no idea what the creature in his arms was thinking.

……

"So we used to be so...beautiful?"

Lan Qiaoyi's eyes were a little erratic, and a bit of sourness suddenly rose in his heart.

"Don't cry." The man's voice was still gentle, and he leaned over and kissed the young man's white and tender cheek, with a hint of comfort.

"Then what happened to us then?" After hesitating again and again, Lan Qiaoyi still asked this question.

……

The weather forecast originally showed that there would be no rain in the morning, but when one person and one cat went out, a heavy rain poured on everyone's heads without warning.

The boy looked at the black cat that was a little wet in his arms, his eyes flashed with distress, and he looked at the convenience store across the road.

"Xiao Rong, be good, let's go buy an umbrella and then go home, shall we?"

He hugged the cat in his arms tightly, and waited anxiously for the green light to arrive.

"Ding——Pedestrians, please move slowly."

A look of joy flashed across the boy's face, and he quickened his pace...

"Bam—"

"Meow--!"

A shrill sound came from the black cat's mouth, coupled with the road surface that was gradually soaked in bright red, it made people shudder.

It was a big truck that was out of control.

The boy didn't have time to react, his only reaction at that time was to throw the cat in his arms.

228 slowly walked back to his side, looked down at the people on the ground in some confusion, hesitated for a while, and then gently moved forward.

No... breath, sound, nothing.

He will never smile at himself again, will not look at him with that warm gaze, will not pour himself delicious goat milk, will not hug himself to sleep...

No... nothing.

It suddenly produced a strong sense of disgust.

They say that they are "failures" and "cannot produce emotions that belong to 'humans'", but why, at this time, it clearly knows that what is rising and hovering in its heart at this time is the "sadness" and "destruction" that are about to explode. want".

It's so strange that it actually knows how to name the feeling in its heart at this moment.

really weird……

[warn!warn--!World number 039 is on the verge of collapse, and the headquarters needs to be repaired and restructured. ]

what sound?

[Don't rush to destroy me! ] That voice did not regain the calmness it had just when calling for help, but was a little flustered.

[I can make him come back to your side! ]

Re... come back to me?

In the paused time and space, the rainwater also condensed in midair, so the man kneeling on the ground and slowly stretching out his hand looked extraordinarily abrupt.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and lightly touched the pale cheek due to excessive blood loss. After a long while, he seemed to be relieved and said:

"Are you world-conscious?"

Seeing something happening, 039 panicked and said in succession:

[I am just a small world that was born less than 1 years ago, and the main world has not yet assigned me "world tasks", so I am free now. ]

The birth of each world is uncontrollable, but without exception, they will be assigned "world tasks" by the main world when they grow to 1 years.

"The so-called world quests are similar to the infinite games you have experienced. In other words, the quest players and the dungeon world are actually complementary to each other."

After listening to the man's explanation, Lan Qiaoyi finally realized something.

"So, 039, who was always by my side before, is actually..."

[But it suffocated me, now I can finally speak. ]

This time, it was no longer the voice in his head, the rose that was lying on the young man's shoulder moved its bright red petals, and continued:

[At that time, because I was not yet 1 years old, I hadn't been assigned a "world task", so 228 and I made a deal. ]

"Let me guarantee that even if it grows to 1 years later, it will still be a free world and will not be controlled by the copy sent from the main world, and it..."

"I want to help you revive me, right?"

Lan Qiaoyi interrupted the man's words, what else did he not understand when he said this?

"Although I don't know exactly what you have been in contact with, but I only know one sentence: people cannot be resurrected after death, so, how did you..."

It wasn't until he was hugged into his arms again that he realized that he had been trembling just now.

"Don't think too much, look, am I still standing here properly?"

Ever since he appeared in front of him, the smile in the man's eyes has never disappeared, and he always seems to be very gentle.

If such thoughts are heard by 039, who was once threatened, it must become the protagonist in the famous painting "The Scream", crying away from the male and female couple who used to give it a critical attack!

But this is all for later.

Just when Lan Qiaoyi was about to ask about the specific process of the "resurrection", he suddenly felt the things in front of him shake a few times.

"I'm a little dizzy..."

Before he finished speaking, he was picked up by the man beside him, and a red rose fell from his arms.

[This world is dying——! ] 039 Some terrified voices sounded in the hall.

Lan Qiaoyi turned his gaze to the man who was hugging him, and when his gaze touched the resolute and handsome profile of the other person, his heart suddenly settled down.

"Don't be afraid, Jiujiu, we'll be fine."

As if hearing his own voice, the man turned his head and showed himself a comforting smile.

So Lan Qiaoyi relaxed and closed his eyes, and at the same time gently wrapped the rose in his arms.

Amidst the sound of "Boom—" he fell into a deep sleep.

……

"I want him to reappear in front of me intact, his eyes cannot be changed, his nose cannot be changed, his mouth cannot be changed..."

Especially, the heart that loves me cannot be changed.

039, who was still world-conscious at the time, patiently listened to the man's ramblings, agreed one by one, and then said:

[I can do all of these, but you have to pay a certain price. ]

"I will make you the world free forever."

[I'm not saying this. ]

039 interrupted him.

[Getting out of my original world and becoming his protection system will consume a lot of my energy, so you must establish contact with me during this period. ]

"……connect?"

[Yes, while avoiding the supervisor of the main world, you must follow him and use your own existence to become the energy that supports me. ]

[In other words, you have to follow him into those worlds, but I don't know what the consequences of doing this are, you may lose your memory, you may not remember who you are, and you may even be in danger of completely falling into the dungeon . ]

[You answer me after thinking clearly. ]

"Okay." At the end of the dream, what Lan Qiaoyi heard was a man's short but firm voice.

——The thick and slender eyelashes fluttered a few times, and the young man slowly opened his eyes. As soon as he raised his eyes, he met the man's smiling eyes.

"We... escaped?"

When he was still in a daze, he heard the other party's voice:

"Look at our previous home."

He was put down by the man, and then he let himself be held by the hand, and walked into the clean and still spotless living room.

"Right here, you often hug me to sleep."

The man took his hand, gently stroked the back of the fabric sofa, and then came to the small restaurant.

Lan Qiaoyi thought of the deeds he had heard before, and said with a smile.

"Now you can drink milk."

Regarding this, the man was noncommittal and just took him to the bedroom.

"I used to think that if one day I have the qualifications to truly become a 'human', the first thing I will do will be to hug you to sleep with a human body."

"You can hold me now."

The young man stood on tiptoe, his red lips pressed against the corner of the man's lips.

The man's eyes darkened.

Suddenly, even the air around the two of them seemed to become sticky, but...

[Ah, what's wrong with me! ]

A cry full of fear untimely broke the ambiguity.

Lan Qiaoyi blushed, and walked out first, then his eyes blurred, and something bumped into his arms.

"roll."

But before he could take a closer look, the next second, the man following behind stretched out his fingers to pick up the thing in his arms and threw it out.

[Jojo! ]

Lan Qiaoyi was embraced by the person behind him, unable to help, he could only watch helplessly as 039 formed a perfect parabola and finally landed on the sofa.

It wasn't until the two of them approached that he saw clearly that it was a little white puppy.

"...Nine nine?"

Now, even Lan Qiaoyi was a little hesitant. After thinking about it, he still asked cautiously:

"How... did you become like this?"

The man watched with cold eyes that the hateful dog got into his lover's arms pitifully, enjoying his lover's touch while being miserable, and said in a cold voice:

"I've been away from home for too long, and I'm not acclimatized when I come back."

Only then did the boy realize that the 039 in his arms was originally "world consciousness".

"Then when will you..." Recover?

[Jojo——!It doesn't matter, isn't it just acclimatization!I can get over it! ]

039, who was so comfortable being masturbated by the host, put all his troubles behind him in an instant, and became greedy for the warmth of this hand on his body.

Looking at the little milk dog in his arms that had unconsciously opened its belly, Lan Qiaoyi was a little bit dumbfounded, and finally had to respond softly:

"Okay, stay as long as you want."

After all, for him now, compared to the four words "world consciousness" that are far away, Jiujiu is a system that has accompanied him through countless worlds. Whenever he is sad, as long as he thinks of it, he will feel like There is a back to rely on.

That's a very different kind of attachment than a lover.

[I declare that this is now my, my... my home! ]

When the words he could think of were finally used, 039 seemed extremely excited.

"It's also our future home."

The sofa next to him was slightly sunken, and Lan Qiaoyi turned his head to look, and the next second, he was embraced by the man in his arms. At the same time, following a parabola, 039's "Aoo~" came from behind the sofa. Little milk voice.

"It's our home, you and I, always together."

The afternoon sun shines through the glass, refracting on the man's amber eyes, which are pure, crystal-clear and sincere emotions. He looks at himself at this time, showing a little nervousness on his face.

"Yes," the young man's eyes were slightly curved, his pupils were shining, as if there were tiny spots of light jumping in his pupils, he repeated again:

"we will be together forever."

"Never separate again."

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